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(All characters are depicted as being over 18 years old)
(This story does not represent how the author thinks reality is, nor how they think reality should be.)
“We’ve lost contact with the fourth battalion!” a shinobi said as they ran into the medical tent.
“That’s four in the last hour.” Sakura Haruno bit her lip as she held her hands to the shoulder of an unconscious shinobi, a healing chakra washing over it. The skin on the shoulder was a tan color, unlike the rest of the shinobi’s pale skin, but the healing ninjutsu was making the tan slowly fade away. “We need to turn this around quickly.”
“Can we turn it around?” Ino Yamanaka’s voice shook as she administered medical treatment to a different ninja who was groaning in pleasure. The blonde’s jutsu was making the moaning shinobi’s oversized breasts shrink down. “All the other villages have already fallen.”
“That doesn’t matter. We have to fight to the last man.” Tsunade was yet another medical ninja tending to the ‘injured’ at the medical station, as was Shizune.
“But we still don’t know anything about the enemy. They just came out of nowhere and attacked. We’ve been calling this the Fifth Great Ninja War, but it feels too one-sided to call it a war, and our enemies aren’t even ninja.”
While it was only Ino who gave voice to her despair, all the other women in the tent felt similar. Their situation was hopeless no matter what angle you looked at it from. The enemy army possessed weapons that tore through any defense, and those attacked didn’t die. Instead, they met a far worse fate.
Even the five Kage had fallen.
Even Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha were gone.
“Stop complaining and-”
An explosion shook the whole compound.
“Shizune, Ino, stay here and guard the injured! Don’t stop treating them!” Tsunade ran out of the tent with chakra enhanced muscles that let her move faster than sound. “Sakura!”
“Right behind you!” Sakura followed her mentor out of the tent to the rest of the compound. Compound was a somewhat generous term for what was really a group of tents surrounded by walls of stone created with Earth Style.
Those walls were now full of holes, and entering through the holes were the soldiers of the enemy army.
They stiffly marched with perfect synchronicity, even their oversized tits and asses bouncing in perfect time with each other. Camo-print bikinis with pouches on them did little to cover the soldiers’ bodies. Combat boots protected their feet while their heads were armored with combat helmets with visors that hid their eyes. Bronze skin created an attractive contrast to their blonde hair that was always long and curly. Their plump red lips were in permanent smiles. Gloved hands held assault rifles that the womens’ toned bodies had no trouble holding up, though they had carrying straps nestled between their knockers anyway. At the back, some of the soldiers raised flags with red and white stripes as well as white stars against a blue background.
This was the enemy that had all but entirely taken over the Shinobi World.
The United States of America.
As the soldiers opened fire, the muzzles of their guns flashing red, white, and blue, bullets tore through the various defensive jutsu that the shinobi guarding the base tried to use.
When ninja got hit, instead of being wounded, their bodies started to change. Their original attire tore apart as they became incredibly curvaceous, the scraps of cloth reforming into skimpy attire with the same stripe and star patterns that the American flags bore. Skin darkened while hair lightened and restyled. The shinobi went from displaying horror at their metamorphoses to moaning and giggling as they accepted their new bimbo selves.
These bimbos happily skipped over to the enemy who slapped helmets on their heads, transforming their clothing again, giving the same bikinis, equipment, and hair as the other soldier sluts.
“Shit! Half our forces are gone already!” Sakura dodged around the enemy fire as she got close to their front line, punching the ground so hard it shattered. As stone reached for the sky, soldier bimbos were sent flying all over the place.
Only for them to stand right back up upon hitting the ground. They were unharmed.
Tsunade punched and kicked the bimbos through what remained of the compound’s fortifications, but they also got back up like it was nothing. She switched to trying to break their guns, but they remained unharmed by her strikes as well.
Despite being strong enough that they could crack meteors and make entire villages quake, Sakura and Tsunade’s strength was rendered useless.
Another kunoichi on the battlefield tried a softer approach.
Hinata Hyuga struck at the chakra points of the bimbos to try and bypass their toughness. The wife of the Hokage had been assigned to be the main lookout for the compound, but she had failed to see the American forces coming due to their stealth technology.
“You got in because of my failure, so now I need to make up for it!” Hinata struck the bimbo in front of her sixty-four times, closing every single one of their chakra points.
Unfortunately, the bimbos were unbothered. Chakra was nothing to them. The only thing they needed flowing through their veins was the red, white, and blue blood of the American people.
The bimbo giggled and grabbed Hinata’s wrist with one hand.
“Let go!” Hinata couldn’t free herself from the fetter of the slut’s grip, even as she tried using her free hand to pry the bimbo’s fingers off.
The bimbo pulled out a combat knife from a pouch on her tit. The blade sliced across Hinata’s breasts.
Hinata orgasmed immediately as her tits blew up so large they burst through her top, becoming large enough that they should have sagged down to her navel, yet they stayed perky as if they were full of helium.
Pleasure was paired with propaganda that beamed right into Hinata’s head. The American national anthem blared in her ears while the idea that the USA was the most perfect, freest nation of all forced into the deepest recesses of her mind. Why be a ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village when you could live in America, a land where you could do anything you wanted and everyone’s beautiful?
“No!” Hinata whined as her free hand began fondling one of her new knockers against her will.
The knife stabbed into the side of Hinata’s hip, leaving no wound, but causing her hips to burst to over twice their original width. The Hyuga’s thighs and ass thickened to match her hips in scale.
More propaganda forced its way into Hinata’s brain. Images of grand metropolises, pristine beaches, and pastoral countrysides flickered between Hinanta’s thoughts. Her panic was easing away as she felt comfort in the idealized visions of the United States.
Another stab to the navel left Hinata with a toned stomach and dainty limbs. Any signs of a life of combat were lost.
“What in tarnation?” Hinata’s voice had gained the stereotypical accent of the American South. “Well, butter my backside and call me a biscuit! I do declare I look prettier than a peach!”
At this point, it was a struggle for Hinata to even think of why she wouldn’t want to be American. Americans were beautiful and they could do anything they wanted, because they lived in the land of the free. What would they do with that freedom? American things. What were American things? Whatever the government told them American things were. The obvious contradiction in supposedly having freedom but only to do what you are told to do was lost on Hinata.
The soldier bimbo bloodlessly stabbed Hinata one more time, going for the forehead.
As the blade was removed, Hinata’s lips plumped and gained red lipstick. Her skin became deeply tanned while a blonde coloration spread from the roots of her hair until her locks were completely consumed. Her shoes became high heels, one red and one white. Modest pants became blue daisy dukes while she only had a red and white striped bikini top to contain her breasts. Nails painted blue with white stars.
Hinata no longer saw herself as a citizen of the Hidden Leaf Village. She was a red blooded American to her core, one who loved fireworks and guns and hamburgers and country music and baseball and apple pie and the American Dream.
Hinata’s distinctive white eyes became blue with white star pupils.
Hinata Hyuga was no more.
All that remained was Hillary Hyland.
“I’m livin’ in high cotton! I’ll tell you what, being a ninja isn’t even worth a hill of beans compared to this!” Hinata skipped around a bit, letting her boobs and butt bounce around, making her feel so much pleasure that she orgasmed again. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and she moaned.
The bimbo that had turned Hinata into Hillary held out a helmet that was identical to her own.
“Of course I’ll join the army! It’s my duty to make sure everyone becomes American so they can know how good it feels to be all gussied up like this!” Hillary took the helmet and put it on.
Hillary’s outfit changed into a camo bikini and her hair became longer and curlier. An assault rifle appeared in her hands. Her physical proportions and facial features shifted slightly while she gained a permanent, thoughtless smile.
The bimbo formerly known as Hilary was now identical to the other soldiers, all individuality entirely lost, now and forevermore.
Hinata Hyuga had become Hillary Hyland, and now Hillary Hyland had become Private-7943363408.
Private-7943363408 saluted Private-0047699912, the bimbo who had freed her, who saluted back. The two soldiers then turned to face those that remained un-American and opened fire.
The soldiers were marching ever closer to the center of the compound from all directions, their numbers growing by the second.
Sakura and Tsunade were getting pushed back as it became increasingly difficult to avoid the bullets and grenades of the enemy.
The explosion of one grenade managed to envelope Tsunade's hand. When she pulled it out of the conflagration, Tsunade found that her hand was now dainty and tan, the new skin color spreading down her arm.
“Lady Tsunade!” Sakura’s shock caused her to stop in place for a second, which allowed some of the enemy bullets to hit her. She could feel her chest and butt expanding.
“Don’t panic!” Tsunade performed the tiger hand sign. “Mitotic Regeneration: The Hundred Healings!”
The diamond on Tsunade’s forehead stretched out and formed dark bands that went across her face, torso, and limbs. Her body began automatically regenerating, the transformation of her hand receding, though not completely going away.
“Mitotic Regeneration: The Hundred Healings!” Sakura performed the same jutsu, her expanding figure shrinking back down a bit.
The two kunoichi no longer bothered with evasion, letting the bullets and red, white, and blue explosions hit them. Their regeneration fought away the transformative effect of the enemy’s weapons before they could properly take hold.
Sakura and Tsunade punched and kicked with all their might, tearing apart the land and sending the bimbos flying as far away as possible. The plan was to create enough chaos and distance between the army and the center of the compound that there would be time to grab at least a few of the remaining ninja in the tents that remained unchanged and run.
After the area was reduced to an expanse of devastated ground and there were no bimbos in sight, the two kunoichi ran into the tent where Ino and Shizune were.
“Ino! Shi-” Sakura stopped in place.
“Howdy!” Ino said as she gained a tan and an absurd hourglass figure. Behind her stood a helmeted bimbo wearing a skin tight black bodysuit instead of a bikini. Special ops sluts had snuck into the tents and transformed everyone. All the patients and medical ninja were becoming American airheads.
Ino’s lips grew and gained red lipstick while her eyelids were shadowed with blue. A red leather jacket with tassels hugged her tits while her butt was in a blue g-string with white stars on it. Red assless chaps were paired with white cowboy boots. A white cowboy hat resting on her head and a change of her eyes to blue with star pupils completed Ino’s rebirth.
“I’m feeling happier than a pig in mud! You ladies need to try this!” Ino Yamanaka was now Ida Yarwood.
“I second that!” said a woman who only resembled Shizune in the vaguest sense. Her tanned, bodacious bod was contained in an American flag tube top and white short shorts. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, one tail dyed red and the other blue. Her sandals were white, her lips were red, and her eyes were blue with star pupils. The bimbo waved. “Name’s Shirley!”
“Damnit.” Tsunade growled.
“Ino. Shizune.” Sakura clenched her fists and tried not to cry, especially as the army that had been sent past the horizon had already returned and completely surrounded the tent. “This is it, isn’t it?”
“Even if it is, we can’t go down without a fight!” Tsunade raised her fists.
“You’re right.” Sakura took a deep breath and steeled her will.
Ida and Shirley put on a pair of helmets, joining the American military as Private-7943363425 and Private-7943363426.
“Are you ready?” Tsunade said.
“I am.” Sakura took another deep breath.
“Let’s go!”
Sakura and Tsunade fought with all their heart, charging through thousands of bullets and explosions as they punched and kicked the enemy bimbos. They created canyons in the land and blew away the clouds above. The effort was a valiant one, but a pointless one.
Their automatic medical ninjutsu could only fight back the effects of the bimbos’ Americanizing weapons for so long, especially as the kunoichi were bombarded constantly from all sides for hours as they rampaged.
Gradually, Sakura and Tsunade lost more and more of who they once were. Their skin became bronze. Their lips became red and plump. Their hair became platinum blonde. Hips widened. Thighs turned meaty. Hands and feet were made dainty. Waists pinched inward. Tits and asses grew so large that it was a wonder that either woman could stand up.
The ideals of freedom and American exceptionalism were stabbing into the duo’s brains, breaking apart their previous beliefs and memories.
Why help people by healing their wounds when they could help them by making them American?
Why fight with shuriken and fists when they could be using superior American firearms?
Why be ninja when they could be American?
Ninjas were dumb.
Did they have American football?
Did they have capitalism?
Did they have hamburgers?
Even if ninja did have these things, they couldn’t be as good as they were in America.
The duo transformed further.
Tsunade’s hair was styled into braided pigtails. Her lower half only had a red and white striped bikini bottom for coverage, and her upper half only got a pair of white star pasties. All her nails turned blue with star-shaped rhinestones on them, and her feet were in blue high heels with white stars on them. As for the marks on her body from the Mitotic Regeneration jutsu, they changed into a singular tattoo on her left breast. A red ‘U’, a white ‘S’, and a blue ‘A’.
Sakura only wore an American flag pattern g-string. Her fingernails were painted alternating red and white, except her thumbs which were blue with white stars on them. The bands of the Mitotic Regeneration gathered at the front of her body and turned to body paint in the form of the American flag to ‘hide’ her nipples. Her hair lengthened all the way down to her butt, changing in color again so it took the form of red and white vertical stripes. A ring of thirteen white stars appeared on her left butt cheek, and her eyelids gained blue eyeshadow.
The women were being flooded with love and lust for the United States of America. To not be obsessed with the concept of America was incomprehensible to them now. Not loving America was akin to death.
America was everything.
American gave things meaning.
Without America, there was no meaning.
Without America, Sakura Haruno and Tsunade had no meaning.
No, not Sakura Haruno and Tsunade.
They were Sally-Ann Harrison and Savannah.
Both women now had blue eyes with white stars for pupils.
They put their hands to their hearts, making their boobs jiggle, and chanted,
“USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!”
The last two rebels had been Americanized.
The Shinobi World was no more. It was merely the United States of America.
But it wasn’t enough.
America always needed more.
America needed to be bigger.
The boundaries between worlds would not stop the American spirit.
As long as there were more fractals to colonize in the infinity of the multiverse, America would never stop, not until all were chained by American freedom.